Me: The Cowgirl Museum rocks! My darling Alice knows all about the cowgirl museum. We had an interesting encounter there! Anyway, I would like to say thank you to TrulyFrighteninLilMonsterAlice who added me to her favourites list! Yay! I love fans!

Chapter 1:

We ran to the Cowgirl Museum although I as slightly shaky. I told the others I wanted to go hunting but I was really concerned by the passion of someone's excitement...someone...

"I...I just don't want you to go!"

"I've got to! I'm with the army. I don't have a choice."

"Just tell them you're only seventeen! Tell them you're too young! I won't let them take you from me."

"Please, Lila. They're not making me do this...I want to," I'd said. I whipped a tear from the girls cheek. She seemed so fragile. She had pale skin, long blonde hair...the general beauty of the era. But she was more than beautiful.

"I just don't want you to get hurt!" Lila cried. "What if I never see you again? What if you never come back?"

"How can you think that? I promise I'll write to you every week! I'll come back for you. After the war, I'll come back to you. Then we can be together..."

"Yes. We can get married and have a lovely, grand wedding. But...I don't know if I can wait that long. I want to marry you...right now."

"Maybe your dad will accept me when I come back. He needs time. We all need time if you really want to do this---"

"Oh, yes! I do want it. I want you---" she cut off and pressed her warm body against me. She was a proper lady like all other decent woman were, yet she was different.

Lila was more of an independent girl. She refused to be held back by anything---ever. She was also very intimate about me. I could feel it by the way she pressed her body against mine, the way she held the last lingering seconds on my lips when we kissed, the way she grabbed my arm with such a promising grip the day I'd left for Mexico...

I noticed I was smiling, sort of stupidly.

"Oh, Jasper, do you have something for her?" Rosalie whispered, indicating her head toward the screen where a young brunette woman was standing next to a stable.

"Shut up, Rose. I was thinking!" I pushed on her lightly.

Emmett whispered something into her ear and she laughed while he smiled. I ignored them because they both looked at me an laughed some more.

After the short film was over, we headed over to a fake rocking bull surrounded by a green screen. I'd never bothered to learn how it is done, but Alice decided that we should all have a turn on the bull. She went first, looking like a well practiced cowgirl.

Alice moved the bull back and forth on her own and waved her hand in the air while keeping the other hand on the rocking bull. She appeared to actually be riding. The green screen made the background feature a rodeo. She insisted the rest of us do it. Whatever she says goes.

Carlisle was definitely the most entertaining as his expression clearly stated this had to be one of the stupidest things he'd ever done.

Emmett enjoyed it. A little too much, but when we finally got him off and we learned the museum would be closing shortly.

I was surprised. It was only 22:00 hours. That's 10:00 PM, by the way. That was the one thing that had stuck with me after I'd left the army. Military time.

Alice was always annoyed when I told her the time in military time because I could figure it out faster than her. It makes me laugh.

We spent much longer at the museum than what was originally intended. In the end, Emmett was the one who was sad to be leaving because he was attracted to a blonde usher dressed up like a cowgirl. She seemed to be having a hard time leaving him alone also---before she saw Rosalie.

On the way out, we passed a bench. I fell behind the others as I grabbed onto the bench handle to stop from falling over. I had gotten another rush of powerful emotion. This time was worse, this time it was pain.

I fell to my knees, clutching my wrist. I tried my hardest not to scream I was shaking violently. Then pain spread through the rest of of my body. It would be difficult for me to describe if you've never been ripped apart.

"Jasper!"

"Alice?" I looked up and saw the small vampire. She was knelt next to me. Her eyes were wide and she appeared perplexed and slightly afraid, which was unusual for her.

"What's going on?"

"I...don't know," I cringed again. Why was this happening? "It hurts," I told her. "Everything hurts."

Alice glanced around. "Carlisle, come over here!"

Carlisle moved toward me. He looked worried as well. "Explain," he indicated to Alice to talk.

She shrugged.

Instead I spoke up, "I hurt. I feel someone's pain, a lot, badly."

"Can you move? I can't do very much to help you since is not a physical problem," Carlisle responded.

I nodded and took a deep breath. Emmett and Carlisle helped to steady me.

"Do you want to keep going? Maybe we should keep the Stockyards for tomorrow?" Edward suggested. "What do you think, Alice?" No reply.

"Alice?"

Alice had no response. Her eyes were glazed over with a faraway stare.

"Alice?" Edward tried again.

"Huh?" she snapped back to reality, out of her vision.

"What did you see?" Edward asked.

Alice came over to me. "Do you know anyone---a girl, very pretty, blonde, long hair, thin---I...I just can't get a name..." Alice thought hard.

How did she know? It sounded exactly like Lila from the vague description. But it could be anyone---couldn't it? Lila was dead.

"Do you know her??" Alice asked again.

"She doesn't sound familiar," I lied.

"Why?" I wondered.

"I...don't know yet. She's just what I saw."

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